Bad Parenting
Sep. 27th, 2013 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nepentheI accidentally booped my cats on the head the other day. Makes me feel like the worst parent in the world.
I meant to brush Coco who was playing behind the couch so I waved her brush enthusiastically around the corner. She bounded out equally enthusiastic, right into the brush I was waving about and "bonk" went her head. Betrayal. Coco loves brushing, how could I bonk her head?! She was a bit reluctant to be brushed after that, which made me feel like Worst Parent Ever.
The next morning, I went to pick up my Ampersand to give her her good-bye cuddle. She was purring, happy, and Mom didn't watch what she was doing when lifting her up and I bonked her head on the sliding door handle. Ampersand hid in terror under the bed. Again, Worst Parent Ever. No apologies or shaking of the sparkle toy would coax her out again.
For the house, I'm awaiting word back on whether or not they'll fix what's wrong. They claim no one has lived in the house since 1979, which is a big, huge, massive fucking lie: who walked on the tiles so often they're broken where they sat on the couch, stood at the sink, trafficked the kitchen? Who used the water heater so often it corroded the pipes? They claim they know nothing about bugs, but there's termite treatment right fucking there, the tube less than a few years old. I do not like liars. If they say they won't fix things that are wrong with the place, I will have to think long and hard about whether or not I'm gonna follow through (it's not move-in ready if the wiring isn't right and the hot water heater's busted). Still waiting to find out if the roof is covered by the HOA or if it's individual.
Oh, life. You are bothersome.
In other news, work sucks, but not as bad when now I know I'm going to get $800 this month for my commission check and my level of pressure will go down starting in October when I stop selling shit.
I meant to brush Coco who was playing behind the couch so I waved her brush enthusiastically around the corner. She bounded out equally enthusiastic, right into the brush I was waving about and "bonk" went her head. Betrayal. Coco loves brushing, how could I bonk her head?! She was a bit reluctant to be brushed after that, which made me feel like Worst Parent Ever.
The next morning, I went to pick up my Ampersand to give her her good-bye cuddle. She was purring, happy, and Mom didn't watch what she was doing when lifting her up and I bonked her head on the sliding door handle. Ampersand hid in terror under the bed. Again, Worst Parent Ever. No apologies or shaking of the sparkle toy would coax her out again.
For the house, I'm awaiting word back on whether or not they'll fix what's wrong. They claim no one has lived in the house since 1979, which is a big, huge, massive fucking lie: who walked on the tiles so often they're broken where they sat on the couch, stood at the sink, trafficked the kitchen? Who used the water heater so often it corroded the pipes? They claim they know nothing about bugs, but there's termite treatment right fucking there, the tube less than a few years old. I do not like liars. If they say they won't fix things that are wrong with the place, I will have to think long and hard about whether or not I'm gonna follow through (it's not move-in ready if the wiring isn't right and the hot water heater's busted). Still waiting to find out if the roof is covered by the HOA or if it's individual.
Oh, life. You are bothersome.
In other news, work sucks, but not as bad when now I know I'm going to get $800 this month for my commission check and my level of pressure will go down starting in October when I stop selling shit.